By: Barbara Wade Blue body with white star, A helicopter hovers overhead, Mixer blades churning the air Above the softball field, Then wends its way over Pink sandstone turrets, Descends between ancient campus Maples and oaks. In a trance I follow To the narrow lawn. This time, someone else's brother Is carried on a stretcher, Airlifted from an accident.
By: Barbara Wade A procession of irises line the drive Mounds of peonies waft incense through the air Motley-colored pansy faces jauntily grin Colorado mountain columbines, Lavender, coral, and lemon, Dance on the Kansas plains.
Thin, sandy soils of Florida and Spain, Windy Texas panhandle, Deep loam of Kansas-, Fertile or stubborn, the ground Yielded its bounty To my mother's loving hands.
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